When I wake up from my fitful sleep,
When the tears fall, though I don’t weep;
When enemies are many, and friends are few,
All I want is you.
When I accept my defeat and bow,
When I give up the struggle and let go,
When all I can feel is blue
All I can think of is you.
When I stand at the crossroads of life,
When all I can do is useless struggle and endless strife,
When all the debts of my life are due;
The only one I can turn to is you.
When there is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide,
When I have seen life from both of its side
When love has come and gone even before I knew,
All that remains are memories of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'All that remains are memories of you' RAB